If you have read Part 1, you know that my mother died in a drunk driver accident and my stepfather has ordered me to go naked at home. When I resisted, he removed all my clothing from the house, took the door off my room and left me totally naked all the time. He declared that I was going to be exposed to lots of people and had better get used to it.
This event just happened to bring me in touch with two new friends. A coworker of my stepfather had volunteered to help him to make sure there was no physical abuse of me. She brought me fresh clothes for school each day and picked them up each night. My stepfather had ordered pizza right away to make me open the door for the guy who delivered. It turned out to be delivered by a young girl who told me it happened all the time that men tried to expose their wives or girlfriends to pizza delivery guys. Kim was also there naked when she delivered and invited her to join us. We were surprised when she showed up after work, got naked and played games with us. She offered to keep me company at home and even take me with her on some deliveries, especially when she went to frat houses. I was still waiting for that to happen. And actually got excited about the idea.
If you haven't read Part 1, you know now.
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Each day Kim brought me clothes. The skirts got shorter but on occasion she brought me pants. Shorts were allowed at my school but it was past time in the year for them. Short skirts never seemed to be out of season. The tops also had bigger neck opening until for the first time in my life I was revealing cleavage. Although I was wearing more revealing clothes I didn't get a lot of attention because the "elite" girls in the school wore much more revealing clothes and they got all the attention anyway. I had developed a new attitude about my clothes. I didn't care. I was not about to be brazen but I also wasn't going to allow myself to be intimidated.
There did seem to be a few more looks especially from people like me who were not big shots at school. I guess we had our own class in the school caste system. So while I was not a star on campus, I was maybe a little more noticeable in my own caste.
The first really big test came the second full week of my enforced nudity.
Mike told me he was inviting his poker gang over on Tuesday night. My instructions were to of course be naked. He planned to introduce me to the men. Then I was to go into the living room, which we seldom used and read or listen to music or something. I was to walked through the room periodically just to bring my image back to their minds. The family room was between the living room and the hallway to the bedrooms. He shared with me that my mother had performed the same service and because of the distraction to the other players, he won quite a bit more money than usual. I think he was making a joke when he said he would share his winnings with me, in case I ever had a chance to spend money again.
As the time approached, I began to get very antsy about showing my body. I had just about come to believe I was no longer going to be effected. I was. I wanted to escape but there was no where to go. I was naked. It was constantly on my mind from the minute he told me he was going to expose me to someone.
The men arrived alone or in pairs so until all seven had arrived, I was repeatedly being exposed to another stranger. I'm sure I turned red. I didn't want to but there is no way I could find to control that. When they were all seated and I had shook hands with each one, I retired from the family room where the game was going to be played and sat in the living room. Mike had gone to the record store and bought me some music I had specified. The CDs were my company along with a couple of textbooks I needed to study for school. There were five CDs and I left them all in my bedroom. I played the role for Mike. As the first CD finished, I walked through the family room to my room to get another.
I could feel the eyes on me and found myself liking that attention. That made me change my plans. I listened to a few songs on one CD, then went to my room for another. I listened to only part of that and made another trip. That doubled my trips through the room and doubled my exposure.
After as while that wasn't doing it for me. I was becoming addicted. Through the door I had seen Mike go to the refrigerator for more beer. I could see the table but only a couple of the guys could see me all the time. I thought maybe they were Mikes favorite friends. When it looked like their beers were getting low, I got up and walked to the door. I leaned against the doorway with my legs a little apart then lifted my right foot and propped it against my left leg just above the knee forming kind of a number four with my legs. I was in that way opening the view of my bare crotch a little more.
I said, "Can I get you guys some fresh beer?"
Everyone turned my way. Mike had his back to me, I'm sure so the other guys could better see me. He turned my way and gave me a big smile. He said, "Hey, why don't you get each of us one more? I would appreciate the help. I'm a lousy waitress because I don't have very good legs. Yours are excellent. We like to look at your legs."
"Yeah, right," I said. "It's my legs that are attracting your attention, no doubt."
All attention was directed on me and for just an instant I regretted my action. It was just an instant because my skin imagined each eye was a laser burning into my skin. I turned away toward the kitchen so my cunt wasn't the object of direct attention but my ass sure was.
Coming back was a different matter. My cunt was out front and that protruding mons felt swollen and prominent. It probably was. It felt like the blood had all gathered either there or in my face. I felt even more exposed than before because my shaved cunt was at eye level and my bare breasts were just above. First meeting them and walking though the room periodically had not been that intense because we were pretty much eye to eye level or there was some distance. Now as I walked around the table handing out beer bottles, not a single eye met mine. They were all focused on that bare beaver. These guys were taco lovers. At least they didn't see how much I was blushing.
I went back to the living room and except for a couple of forays to my room to switch CDs I stayed with the original plan.
One more time I went into the room I asked, "Mike, do you need anything else from me before I do to bed? I've got school tomorrow."
He smiled at me and said, "Go to bed, honey, and sleep well".
It didn't take long to get in bed. No clothes to take off and hang up. No pajamas to put on. Not even any covers to turn back. I upped the thermostat a couple of degrees. I could still hear the talk from the family room so I felt safe to masturbate without interruption and observation. I was soaking wet. I had not realized how turned on I was. A few strokes of my cunt slit and a few more serious strokes of my clit and I was engulfed in a really concentrated orgasm. That felt so good I was happy to have performed for those men. I really slept that night.
My new life was not directly involved with sexual activity but it sure was preparing me for it. I had no boyfriend but if I did he would have been very lucky.
Things continued on pretty much the same with just a few interruptions of the routine. I saw Kim twice a day. She not only brought me clothes on a daily basis but she brought me ice cream and other goodies. (By the way, I didn't get brand new clothes every day. There was about eight or nine outfits but Kim alternated tops with skirts and a few pants so I had more different looks from day to day.) She helped Mike with grocery shopping. I became the household cook. Kim often stayed and ate dinner with us. She usually stripped to join me in my "costume", as I referred to it.
One night Annie came by. She was in her uniform and said since it was dark out she thought I might like to ride along. She had two deliveries that required her to pass almost by our house. That sounded good to me. It also felt good to yell, "Mike. I'm going out for a while. I'll be back in a little bit."
He appeared in the doorway to the hall and said, "What?"
As I stepped out the door, I looked back and said, "Bye".
I calmly walked out to Annie's car that had the company sign on the top. We drove several blocks and she pulled to the curb in front of a house. She said, "I'll be right back".
I said, "Can't I get out?"
She laughed and said, "Sure, but I don't think you should go to the door with me. It might cause me to get fired."
She went to the door and I stood next to the car. There was a street light almost right over me. I could hear the conversation at the door. It had to do with price and change making and tip giving and then, "Is that a naked girl standing next to your car?"
Annie said, "Uh, I believe it is".
The guys looked behind him into the house, stepped out pulling the door almost closed behind him and then said, a little more quietly, "Can I come out and see her?"
Annie giggled and said, "Yeah, I guess she won't mind since she is standing in public under a light."
The guy walked out with Annie and said, "Hi."
"Hi.'
"Aren't you cold out here?"
I said, "Your burning eyes are keeping me warm at the moment".
He said, "You are beautiful. I'm going to be ordering more pizza. Do you always accompany the delivery?"
I said, "No" and Annie said, "Gotta go!" We got in the car and left.
Annie really got the giggles then and pretty soon I had them too. What fun!
The next stop was in a dark, country area. Annie was a little nervous about going to the door. She said, "Can I ask a favor?"
"Sure."
She handed me her cell phone. "Go up with me and stand back a bit. If it looks like there is any difficulty or what you perceive as danger, call 9-1-1 for me. I've never had to do that but this is a bit creepy."
"No problem!" It was creepy. No porch light and little light in the windows.
We walked toward the porch and I stood back in the shadow of some shrubbery near the porch where I could see and hear but be out of sight.
